~ Dedicated to the People of Palestine & the Children of Gaza ~


My heart aches

Powerless futility

A nightmare déjà vu

It could so easily have been us



Blood soaked bodies

Dust drenched hair

Mangled corpses

Wild eyed despair



Burnt land

Crushed olive trees

Smoke, fire, gas, flames

Destruction is so simple

Havoc comes far too easily



Accountability?

None. Ever.

Above the law.

Always

A carte blanche issued at the highest levels



God? Karma? Leaders?

Me? You? Them?

All turn a blind eye

A nation forgotten



Inconvenient

Embarrassing

A problem

Sweep them under the carpet



Ignore them

Hope they’ll wither and die

But they will not

Never

Ever



They are your conscience

Their screams tear at your soul

They will haunt your dreams

Those innocent children

Those new born babes



Incinerated

Bludgeoned

Murdered

Crushed

Smothered

They have no future



And why?

Because you were silent

Kid yourself not

The least you can do is use your voice



There are no excuses

With enough voices we will be heard

We must be heard

In a world of insanity, greed & corruption

Those with a conscience must speak up



For if we do not

Then who will?

If we cannot

Then who can?



The silence is deafening

And so it goes on

The bombs rain down  

A living hell on earth



And for what?

Campaign votes?

Capitalism?

Democracy?

Ego?

A farce.

Manipulation at best

 Murder most savage at least



May they be haunted in their dreams

And with every breath they take

For he who steals the lives of innocent children

Deserves their life to be a living hell

And may their hereafter be nothing less.



(c) Rula Zein-Iddin
 
 
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As I stare at the headlines in bewilderment
It appears the veiled aims obtained fulfillment

For nowhere in the foreign media transmission
Is Gaza mentioned once, such a blatant omission

For political analysts this is a clear portent
Of a biased administration’s avid intent

So who designed Michelle's elegant white Dress,
Takes precedence over a whole nations distress?

With talks of recession & even depression
It is clear that we must repress the oppression

As I continued to watch with mounting rage
What would it take for us to be centre stage?

Let’s not wait any longer with baited breath
For a miracle to extract us from this bleak myth

The human psyche and its frail humility
Razed to the ground by rampant brutality

No need for expectations since the writing is on the wall
For Gaza & its children have been failed by one & all